Hey, you have probably forgotten about this, I had! But I was organising my folders today and found that I had actually written it, so better late than never, right?
Sirius/James, First kiss
James is drunk, really, really drunk. After the latest rejection from Evans he had needed cheering up and Sirius had stolen a bottle of fire whiskey and they’d had fun. They started off with harmless drinking games (James kept loosing) with Peter and Remus also there and then someone suggested truth and dare. Peter had made his excuses fairly quickly and Remus followed him soon after.
James feels warm and sleepy, he is leaning for support on Sirius’s shoulder and feels content there.
Sirius isn’t that drunk at all, in fact he is painfully sober and hyper aware of James’s head on his shoulder, James’s hair is prickly against his neck and it really is quite uncomfortable. Sirius doesn’t shift or push him away or move or anything at all really. He tries to sit still, and his neck begins to ache and as he sneezes James slips off of his shoulder and with a sleepy mumble nestles himself in Sirius’s lap.
In his bloody lap. Sirius is indignant for a bit but James is sort of nuzzling his thigh and he seems to be sleeping and dear god maybe even drooling a tiny little bit and Sirius doesn’t know what to do.
James shifts to make himself more comfortable, and mumbles something in his sleep which could be ‘Lily’ but Sirius isn’t sure. He isn’t really trying to analyse James’s dreams right now though, he is uncomfortable, and uncomfortably hard and it would be fair to say – quietly mortified.
He is counting to ten, he tells himself that if James doesn’t move, he will wake him up and take him to bed. James’s bed, that is. Not his bed.
Sirius is quickly developing a headache and he is up to eight in his count when James shifts again and his arm reaches wildly grabbing at the air, eventually grabbing Sirius.
Sirius forgets to breath.
James makes a small noise at the back of his throat and Sirius leans down to see if he is awake or sleep moving and at the same time James’s head sort of snaps up, his eyes wide behind his wonky glasses and Sirius tries to move back, to keep some appropriate personal distance, but James is still clutching at him and doesn’t let him go.
James smiles and kisses the corner of Sirius’s mouth before settling back in his lap. His eyes are open wide and his lips curved in what looks like self satisfaction and Sirius is not one to ignore a dare, he leans more, and it really is a ridiculously awkward position and he doesn’t care as soon as he is kissing his best friend on the mouth. James’s lips are soft and they part for him with a sigh. Sirius can taste the fire whiskey on James’s tongue and god if people were made for kissing someone positioned on their lap they would be able to give themselves head and wow that was a thought. He cradles James’s head and lifts him up a bit, careful not to increase the distance between them. It doesn’t last for very long as James pull away and his smile is innocent in a way only the very young or the very drunk can manage.
“I guess that’s my dare done.”
And unbidden, Wormtail’s words echo through Sirius’s mind “I dare you to…to kiss your secret crush” They had all laughed, no one would consider Evans a ‘secret crush’ and James had chosen to take a long swig of his drink instead.
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Sirius/James, First kiss
James is drunk, really, really drunk. After the latest rejection from Evans he had needed cheering up and Sirius had stolen a bottle of fire whiskey and they’d had fun. They started off with harmless drinking games (James kept loosing) with Peter and Remus also there and then someone suggested truth and dare. Peter had made his excuses fairly quickly and Remus followed him soon after.
James feels warm and sleepy, he is leaning for support on Sirius’s shoulder and feels content there.
Sirius isn’t that drunk at all, in fact he is painfully sober and hyper aware of James’s head on his shoulder, James’s hair is prickly against his neck and it really is quite uncomfortable. Sirius doesn’t shift or push him away or move or anything at all really. He tries to sit still, and his neck begins to ache and as he sneezes James slips off of his shoulder and with a sleepy mumble nestles himself in Sirius’s lap.
In his bloody lap. Sirius is indignant for a bit but James is sort of nuzzling his thigh and he seems to be sleeping and dear god maybe even drooling a tiny little bit and Sirius doesn’t know what to do.
James shifts to make himself more comfortable, and mumbles something in his sleep which could be ‘Lily’ but Sirius isn’t sure. He isn’t really trying to analyse James’s dreams right now though, he is uncomfortable, and uncomfortably hard and it would be fair to say – quietly mortified.
He is counting to ten, he tells himself that if James doesn’t move, he will wake him up and take him to bed. James’s bed, that is. Not his bed.
Sirius is quickly developing a headache and he is up to eight in his count when James shifts again and his arm reaches wildly grabbing at the air, eventually grabbing Sirius.
Sirius forgets to breath.
James makes a small noise at the back of his throat and Sirius leans down to see if he is awake or sleep moving and at the same time James’s head sort of snaps up, his eyes wide behind his wonky glasses and Sirius tries to move back, to keep some appropriate personal distance, but James is still clutching at him and doesn’t let him go.
James smiles and kisses the corner of Sirius’s mouth before settling back in his lap. His eyes are open wide and his lips curved in what looks like self satisfaction and Sirius is not one to ignore a dare, he leans more, and it really is a ridiculously awkward position and he doesn’t care as soon as he is kissing his best friend on the mouth. James’s lips are soft and they part for him with a sigh. Sirius can taste the fire whiskey on James’s tongue and god if people were made for kissing someone positioned on their lap they would be able to give themselves head and wow that was a thought. He cradles James’s head and lifts him up a bit, careful not to increase the distance between them.
It doesn’t last for very long as James pull away and his smile is innocent in a way only the very young or the very drunk can manage.
“I guess that’s my dare done.”
And unbidden, Wormtail’s words echo through Sirius’s mind “I dare you to…to kiss your secret crush” They had all laughed, no one would consider Evans a ‘secret crush’ and James had chosen to take a long swig of his drink instead.